Track 6 of the album Diesel Hymns · 2008
Old Dog in the Passenger Seat
“My old dog rode shotgun for eleven years and never once complained about my singing. He gets a song because he earned it.”
folk rock · folk rock · porch song · 4:15
Lyrics
Old dog rides with his chin on the glass Watching the white lines flicker past Gray in his whiskers, gray in my hair We're both a little slow getting up the stairs He used to hang his head out in the wind Ears like flags, a big dumb grin Now he just sighs and he turns around twice And settles down like he's counting the miles nice Old dog in the passenger seat Don't need a map, don't need to speak You keep the window, I'll keep the wheel We'll find us a diner and a bite to eat Old dog in the passenger seat Best co-pilot I ever did meet He's got opinions on my singing voice Lets me know with a groan, so I've got no choice Stole half a burger at a gas stop in Lamar Looked me dead in the eye like I'd gone too far Midnight rolls in and the dash lights glow He lifts his head when the radio's low Knows every song and he knows every town And he knows when I'm tired and it's time to slow down Old dog in the passenger seat Don't need a map, don't need to speak You keep the window, I'll keep the wheel We'll find us a diner and a bite to eat Old dog in the passenger seat Best co-pilot I ever did meet I know one day the seat will stay bare And I'll drive with a quiet where you used to be there But tonight your breathing keeps time with the tires And that's all the music a man requires Old dog in the passenger seat Don't need a map, don't need to speak You keep the window, I'll keep the wheel We'll take the long road home, nice and easy Old dog in the passenger seat Best co-pilot I ever did meet Easy now, easy now Sleep tight, old friend, I've got us now